Six twenty nine and I'm, waiting for the sun My body and soul are in, far destination A place that's better pieced, and swirled like a dream Fears in, the New Years, but I'm counting on the truth I'm counting on the truth I'm counting on the truth I'm counting on the truth And I'll believe you, if you must And out of the silence, I'm lost in thought Nobody said this would be easy But melody is holding me Nobody said this would be easy But melody is holding me This morning circle This morning circle Six thirty six somewhere, somehow I'll be fixed Thinking of all the words that are, waiting to be heard Clear and out of shape, don't give me those petty words Four minutes are passing, while the winter morning birds sing away They sing away They sing away They sing away And birds are forever singing away Maybe someday, we'll fly to new heights Nobody said this would be easy But melody is holding me Nobody said this would be easy But melody is holding me This morning circle This morning circle